Just watched the first miniseries episode of Battlestar Galactica. It was good.
We’ve got the complete miniseries as well as seasons one and two, with season three on the way.
I think I’m set for my knitting tv for a while.
Speaking of knitting, I’m through row 85. The main charted section has 101 rows, so 16 more rows there. Then there’s the end chart, which is 12 rows, only two of which involve any lace stitches, so it should go very quickly. I’m guestimating I’ll be finished with the knitting tomorrow. The last 16 rows of the main section should take about two hour-long tv shows, minus commercial breaks, so, about 1.5 hours, plus another hour, let’s say, for the last one. So, only 2.5 hours of knitting to get the sucker done.
All that’s left then is blocking the scarf. That should be interesting, as I’ve never blocked anything before. Also? I don’t have any straight pins to block it with. I guess I’ll figure that out soon enough, right?
Stupid hacking cough. Keeping me from getting my dang rest.
I called in sick to kindy this morning after I coughed so hard that I was afraid I was going to puke. I also sort of felt like crap, and Seth was pretty insistent that I stay home and rest. Of course, that hacking cough that is the source of my troubles also kept me from sleeping the morning away, so after laying in bed for about a half-hour, and went ahead and got up. Since I felt yucky but not devastatingly so, I hit play on a few episodes on Gossip Girl and went to town on my scarf. In all, I got over 30 rows done between this morning and tonight. Woo! I’m now finished with the vertical repeats and into the last charted section.
I love this part of knitting - when the end is in sight and I find a sort of cruise control for the project. I guess that makes me a project-oriented knitter rather than a process-oriented knitter, but I’m not sure. I mean, yes, I do like finishing. But who doesn’t? I also love the process (well, usually, anyway - just a few seconds of wandering attention can mean undoing rows and rows, forehead furrowing and my silently cursing the yarn, the needles, the pattern, myself…), and I love having something to do with my hands when I watch TV or ride the train. I’m discovering that I sort of love lace, even if I’m not ready for the really really ornate stuff. That’s okay, though - I’ve got a few projects in my stash, just waiting for me to pull them out. I’ve even got the cobweb-weight yarn for them, if it ever stops freaking me out!
My life is too boring to write about today. I went to work, I worked for over 12 hours, got paid for 6.5 of them, blah blah blah. I came home and our friend Alison was here for tech support, so we been chatted up a storm (shop talk, of course, as it so often tends to be), and I’ve done no knitting (boo). But, time with real people is better than time with yarn, as long as the people are good ones (she is, so no worries), so it’s all good.
I’m just about ready to fall asleep now. I may not actually be able to fall asleep, since I’ve got this hacking cough that won’t leave, and all sorts of sinus drip fun, and sheesh, I think this job (or more specifically, the hours) are killing me. I hope our potential schedule changes work out or I get used to it, because as it is now, something’s got to give, and that something so far, as been my health.
I like my health. I really sort of miss it. I hope it comes home soon. I suppose going to sleep earlier than midnight might help that some. That’ll happen one of these days, I’m sure. I’ll keep on trying to make it happen, at any rate.
I’m feeling better now though. Woo! No work tomorrow!
No post today, as I’ve got a migraine. Boo.
Well. I meant to post today. Of course, I also meant to do some grading. Ooops!
I’ve got a cold - my head feels like overly full, and even with meds, I’ve been blowing my nose all day. It pretty much sucks.
Classes went relatively well, today, I guess. It’s just that the days that I don’t teach (and, by extension, have to deal with management) seem to go so much better. Ah, well. Put on a happy face, Lisbeth.
Oh! So, you know how when you work in a corporate environment, you have to have a password to log on to your workstation, even though there’s really nothing all that private other than your recently updated resume and letters of application? I think I know the password I’m going to use if I need one like that again.
You know the phrase worried sick? Well, I guess I am pretty much officially dealing with a cold, but I think I’m changing the phrase. I’m worried tired. All day worrying (worthlessly, I might add, since what exactly can I do to help, whee I can’t speak the language) about Seth, plus working, plus squeezing in a few things I was supposed to have done anyway but forgot about in the hustle and bustle of sick Seth, oh, and also running over to bushiban to give an oral test means I’m beat. Seth is doing better (although I’m planning to make sure he milks the recovery period as long as possible), and even though I’m tired, I’m doing okay. Yay for okay, right?
Oh, and my little sister is a Master (at least, I think that’s what her Facebook status is saying)! She gets extra letters behind her name on here resume, now, plus woo! she can sing good! Yay for Lindsay!
So I’m still sick, believe it or not. I felt okay on Saturday and Sunday, but Monday evening I started feeling badly again, and Tuesday morning I ever-so-slightly blacked out in my kindy class. I’ve been to the doctor acouple of times since then, and I’m having myriad undiagnosable symptoms. Well, diagnosable, but as in “It’s a virus, we don’t know what, but it’s attacking your cappilarries, causing them to bleed slightly, which is why you have that rash, and your intestines, also causing them to bleed which is why you have (a rather unpleasant bleeding, we’ll leave it at that.)” It magically wraps up all of my other symptoms, like the wildly fluctuating temperature, cold sweats (which just resumed about 15 seconds ago, incidentally) fatigue, miscellaneous gastrointestinal maladies, loss of appetite, (though that’s back in full force tonight for the first time all week, much to the chagrin of my aforementioned defective gastrointestinal system) dizziness, and whatever else, I don’t feel like thinking about it anymore. So, long story slightly less long, I’m pretty sick, but a bag of saline fluid in the arm has made me feel a bit better and regain my appetite, hopefully I’ll be up to more than 15 minutes at a time out of bed soon. Otherwise we’ll be broke 
So to summarize, sorry if I haven’t responded to you lately on email/facebook/AIM/Skype/whatever, I just haven’t been on them. And with that, I bid you good day, I’m going back to bed.
Blargh. I’m not the sick one, but I’m sure tired.
Today was one of my long days, and it was a little different today as my schedule got shifted around to try to cover some of Seth’s classes. I worked the same number of hours, but the classes weren’t all mine, so, yeah.
Seth is still sick, although he thinks maybe he’s getting better. I don’t know, though - I’ll believe it when I see him eating food and getting up and out of bed (for anything other than trips to the doctor, that is). He’s going to the doctor again tomorrow morning, and that visit is supposed to be to review anything that came of the lab tests of his, ahem, specimen. Heh. Seth had to poo in a cup. Poop is funny, pooping in a cup is funnier (well, and crazy-worrying for me, but I’ll concentrate on the funny. See? La la la, no worrying here, no sir!).
Anyway, all this not worrying has me exausted (wait, I may have already mentioned that), so I’m going to lay down, put on some mindless tv, and go to sleep.
I was just looking at my sister’s pictures on Facebook. She went to Greece a few years ago, and it looks just fabulous. <sigh> I want to go to Greece. Or Italy. Or Spain. Or France. Or Costa Rica. Or Argentina. Or Russia. Truly, of all the places I ever dreamed of going, Taiwan was never on the list. Asia, really, as a whole, was never on the list. Don’t get me wrong - I’m glad I’m here (well, health concerns notwithstanding) - but it’s just weird to think I’m here, of all places. Life is funny, I guess.
Seth finally made it to the hospital this afternoon. The doctor is conviced it’s more than a cold, but it doesn’t seem to be fumigation poisioning, and other than that, he has no real idea what’s wrong with Seth. So, the doctor gave him some antibiotics, some anti-nausea pills to counteract the nausea the antibiotics will induce, and 6 tylenols. Yeah, six. To last for three days, as Seth’s been told to return on Friday at 8:00am. Uh, yeah, I think he might be supplementing that supply with our own.
So, I told our manager at the kindy (where we teach kindy in the morning and older kids in the afternoon in the treehouse and Clubhouse classes, not bushiban classes) that Seth’d definitly be out Friday morning and probably tomorrow, too, as he’s pretty weak and worn out from whatever it is that’s sending him running to the bathroom almost hourly. So, nodding as if she understood, she then asks “So, in the afternoon, he can come?” For crying out loud! I had just finished telling her that the’ hospital doctor didn’t know what was wrong with him, that he has to go back, and I didn’t think he was up for teaching tomorrow. Uh, no, I don’t think he’ll be able to teach in the afternoon. He’s sick. Please notice this and file it away for immediate reference.
You know what’s funny? He’s supposed to “teach” an open house at the kindy Saturday morning and she hasn’t said anything to either of us. Even he does make it, he’ll look craptastically hung-over. Do you suppose that’ll bring in all the paying parents? I can’t imagine it will. Of course, that might just be a winning situation for us, though - neither of us really wants more students at kindy just now. Less would be better. Maybe he’ll muster the bare minimum of strength on Saturday, after all!